A week later, on a spring afternoon, Li Jie was lying on the balcony of his home and called softly.
'system.'
‘Enter the copy.’
Suddenly, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came again.
Opening his eyes again, the first thing that came into view was a dilapidated and dim yellow earth house. Before Li Jie could take a closer look, a familiar voice in his memory came from outside the house.
"Dad, Dad, are you at home?"
Based on his original memory, Li Jie immediately recognized the owner of the voice. The voice had a Xihaigu accent. It was none other than Ma Defu, the cheap son.
"It's here, it's here."
Li Jie responded in the local dialect while sorting out the memories in his mind.
The Ma family has three children in total, two sons and one daughter. The eldest Ma Defu just graduated from an agricultural school this year and officially started working. The second son Ma Debao dropped out of school to work at home. The reason why Debao dropped out of school is simple, because the Ma family is very
He was poor and could not support both brothers to study at the same time.
In addition, the Ma family is also short of prime-age labor force. Although Yongquan Village has experienced drought nine times out of ten years, it is difficult to grow food. But as long as you don't want to go hungry, you have to grow this food no matter how difficult it is. If the yield per mu is low, then expand
Cultivated area.
Growing food cannot be separated from people. It is impossible for a family of five to support a family of five just by farming alone. Therefore, one of the two brothers must drop out of school. Firstly, to reduce the financial burden, and secondly.
Come here to fill your stomach.
As for which of the two brothers is studying and who is farming, Ma Huanshui used a method that was both fair and hasty.
Draw lots!
As a result, the eldest son, Ma Defu, was caught and continued studying. Later, Ma Debao dropped out of school to work in farming. The Ma family did their best to support Ma Defu's study.
Ma Defu was also very ambitious and was admitted to the local technical secondary school with excellent results.
In later generations, technical secondary schools were almost equated with low-end schools. In the minds of most people, technical secondary school students are synonymous with students who are unwilling to study.
However, from the early 1980s to the late 1990s, technical secondary school students were synonymous with "academic masters" and were the most cost-effective choice for junior high school graduates, especially rural graduates!
Because being admitted to a technical secondary school means that you will be assigned a graduation package, and you will be a national cadre. Being admitted to a technical secondary school means an iron rice bowl. If you are admitted to a technical secondary school, you will be able to escape from the "farm gate", change from a rural household registration to an urban household registration, and then eat "commercial grain"
.
Therefore, technical secondary school is the goal that countless junior high school students are chasing after. Among the many rural schools that are shining like stars, the first choice for junior high school graduates is technical secondary school, followed by key high schools, and then ordinary high schools.
Most of the graduates who went to key high schools were those who failed.
(What is said here is only for most rural students. Parents and candidates in the city prefer to go to a good university, but rural students are different. At that time, the countryside was very difficult, and it was difficult to change household registration.
Urban household registration is an unimaginable temptation for rural children, and attending a technical secondary school can reduce the tuition fees for three years of high school. For rural people, especially those in poor areas, this is a considerable expense.
Therefore, Ma Defu, a technical secondary school student, was very good. At that time, it was absolutely rare for junior high school graduates to be admitted to a technical secondary school. The difficulty was not much worse than that of Tsinghua University and Peking University.)
In an instant, a young man with rough skin and wearing a solid shirt walked in with a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a dark face, a mustache, and an indigo blue tunic suit.
"Dad, let me introduce you, this is Director Zhang of our county's Poverty Alleviation and Development Office."
"Hello, hello, Director Zhang." Li Jie followed his past habit and shook the other person's hand very enthusiastically: "Welcome to our Yongquan Village."
Facing the extremely enthusiastic Li Jie, Director Zhang seemed a little uncomfortable and responded stiffly.
"Hello, are you the Party Secretary Ma of Yongquan Village?"
Li Jie chuckled and said tactfully: "Temporary, temporary, the former director has a grandson and is accompanying his wife to the city to become a father."
Perhaps because of his experience in the military, Director Zhang prefers to be straightforward when doing things, and does not like beating around the bush. He just finished the greetings and revealed the purpose of the trip.
"Secretary Ma, are there a few immigrants from Diaozhuang who have fled back in your village?"
Hearing this, Li Jie deliberately looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment and said, "There are a few cowards who ran back."
Director Zhang took out a workbook from his handbag as he spoke: "Can you tell me about their situation?"
"well."
Looking at Director Zhang who was extremely serious, Li Jie sighed and suggested.
"Director, uh, I'd better take you to their house to have a look."
Director Zhang closed his notebook as he said this: "That's fine."
"Then let's go."
After saying that, Li Jie took the lead and walked out of the flat yellow earth house. When he walked out of the room, looking at the scenery outside, the ground was covered with yellow.
Don’t get it wrong, yellow is the yellow of loess!
Only a touch of green can be seen on both sides of the lanes in the village, which are the trees planted by the villagers in front of their homes. The function of these trees is not to prevent wind and sand, but only to serve as decoration.
Without these green leafy plants, the villagers would see nothing but yellow wherever they go. Such a life would be too monotonous.
This time Yongquan Village sent a total of seven families to the Yuquanying Development Zone. Compared with Yongquan Village, Yuquanying has a huge advantage in irrigation. It is adjacent to the Yellow River and can directly use Yellow River water for land irrigation.
This advantage alone is enough to make people who are chronically short of water excited.
However, in the early days of Diaozhuang resettlement, the infrastructure of the resettlement site was not complete enough. There were no resettlement houses, no electricity, and no water on the deserted Gobi desert.
In addition, there are many difficulties faced by diaozhuang immigrants. For example, the villagers have become accustomed to relying on relief grains and relief funds. For example, in the early stage of immigration, the laborers of diaozhuang households need to go to the immigration point to open up wasteland and cultivate land, but their families
Still staying in my hometown.
For another example, the distance between the immigration point and the hometown is too far. Take Yuquanying as an example. Yongquan Village is more than 400 kilometers away from Yuquanying, covering almost half of Ning Province. For areas with developed transportation, it is more than 400 kilometers away.
Kilometers are only a four- to five-hour drive, but for the traffic-constrained Xihaigu area, this journey is really too long.
The local accent is hard to change, and the homeland is hard to leave. Chinese people have had a love affair with the land since ancient times. Land and houses are not just material things, but also carry the emotions and memories of their ancestors.
Therefore, although the Diaozhuang policy is good, it will inevitably encounter many difficulties during its implementation.
After a while, Li Jie took Director Zhang and his son to the home of Han San, one of the seven escapees.
The structure of the villagers' houses in Yongquan Village is basically the same. They are surrounded by low loess courtyard walls. Those with better conditions will have a courtyard gate, but most villagers' courtyard gates are made of fences or wooden fences.
, there are several low and flat adobe houses in the yard.
The reason why Li Jie chose to go to Han San's house first was because Han San was the youngest among the seven escapees. Being young means being aggressive and resilient, but it also means being easily influenced by others (
Gu) sound (confusion).
When a group of people arrived at Han San's house, they saw a young man wearing an indigo coat, a mustache, and a tan complexion, lying lazily in the yard and basking in the sun.
"San'er, come on, come here quickly, let me introduce you (Part 2), this is Director Zhang of our county's Poverty Alleviation Office."
Hearing the familiar shouts, Han Sanyigulu stood up and thought to himself.
'What a disaster!'
'This person must be here to cause trouble for him!'
It’s no wonder that Han San thought this way, who could let him be justified?
He obviously signed up for the "Diaozhuang" but escaped without saying a word. In wartime, people like him are deserters, and you don't need to think too much about the fate of deserters. No matter where they are, they will definitely be punished.
.
Although this is not war time, and he is not a serious deserter, the nature of the two is the same.
On the other side, Director Zhang of the Poverty Alleviation Office had the opportunity to carefully look at the 'fugitive household' in front of him. The farmer in front of him was wearing a shabby indigo coat with several patches of different colors on it. Inside was a washed
The shirt was white, due to the extreme lack of water, and the other person's hair hadn't been washed for who knows how many days. It was as messy as a chicken coop.
If you get closer, you can smell the faint smell of the other person's body.
This smell, let alone not taking a shower for ten or eight days.
In addition, Han San, like other villagers in Yongquan Village here, due to long periods of exposure to wind and sun, the villagers' faces are generally yellow and black, with a little red in the yellow and black.
If Director Zhang knew a little bit about medical knowledge, he would be able to tell that the villagers' faces are caused by a long-term lack of vitamins.
"stop!"
Seeing Han San turning around reflexively and trying to run away, Li Jie immediately gave a sharp shout, chased after him with rapid strides, and grabbed the opponent's back collar.
"What are you doing? Why are you running?"
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Han San's face suddenly changed, he looked sad and lowered his voice.
"Uncle, why did you bring the government people here? Is he here to cause trouble for me?"
"What do you want?" Li Jie gave him a slap in the face and said with a straight face: "Trouble, what trouble? I think you are the trouble! Director Zhang has no other intention in coming here this time.
I just came here specifically to understand the situation."
Han San breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in a low voice: "That's good, that's good."
During the conversation, Director Zhang also walked closer. He was holding a pen in one hand and work notes in the other, and asked in a pleasant manner.
"Are you Han San? I am Zhang Shucheng, director of the County Poverty Alleviation Office. I would like to ask why you ran back from Yuquan Camp?"
Han San secretly glanced sideways at Zhang Shucheng. Seeing that the other party had no intention of launching an attack to accuse him, his hanging heart finally dropped, and then he replied.
"I don't want to hang out with the village anymore."
"Why?" Zhang Shucheng asked calmly.
Han San replied vaguely.
"No reason, I just don't want to go."
Zhang Shucheng asked with a grimace: "There must be a reason, right?"
Facing Zhang Shucheng's questioning, Han San seemed a little impatient and said angrily: "Why? Tell me why yourself. Can you survive in that place? There is one wind every year, from spring to winter, and three strong winds.
Sixty-nine, there is a little wind every day!"
Boom!
"Ouch!"
Han San covered his head, looked at Li Jie innocently, and said.
"Uncle, why did you hit me?"
Li Jie glared at him: "What did you say you were doing? Why didn't I realize that you had such talent before? You made it up very smoothly."
Han San didn't know why, but he always felt that today's "Shout Uncle Shui" was a little different, as if he suddenly became more majestic. In addition, the previous "Shout Shui Uncle" would never be like today.
Violence. The key is that he didn't dare to resist, so he had to defend himself.
"Uncle, I really can't make it up. If you don't believe it, ask the locals and see what they say. If you don't believe it, you can also ask Uncle Dayou."
Li Jie gave him another slap in the face: "What a fool! Others can endure hardships, but you can't? When you go out from now on, don't say you're from Yongquan Village!"
"..."
This time, Han San didn't even dare to look at Li Jie. He just lowered his head silently and said nothing, like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.
Looking at the submissive Han San, Li Jie slapped him on the head again.
"Keep your head up!"
As soon as these words came out, Han San immediately raised his head slowly, his eyes full of grievances.
"Secretary Ma, if there is anything we can discuss slowly."
At this moment, Zhang Shucheng, who had been watching for a long time, finally found an opportunity to intervene and acted as peacemaker.
"Director Zhang, please leave it alone."
Li Jie shook his head, and then deliberately cursed at Han San.
"This coward just needs to be taken care of. What's the purpose of Diaozhuang? Isn't it to lead us people out of poverty? This coward treats his good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs. He said that our land in Yongquan Village is full of loess slopes.
, it’s hard to even grow grass, let alone grow crops.”
"Although I have never been to Yuquanying, I have seen Tule. It is a large plain and is close to the Yellow River. If you farm the land, you will definitely be able to water it with water from the Yellow River."
"In addition, the surrounding area is also close to big cities and railways, and there are state-owned farms nearby. No matter what you do there, it is better than digging for food in our land."
Boom!
Boom!
While talking, Li Jie gave Han San two more melon seeds.
Not to mention, the melon seeds on the head feel really good and are very easy to hit.
Han San, who received two ruthless iron blows, naturally dared to be angry but dared not speak out. He could only stand there obediently and endure it forcefully.
After beating Han San, Li Jie pretended to be high-pitched and passionate, patted his chest and said.
"Today, when I called for water, I made a statement in front of Director Zhang. This village (me) is determined. I will be the first to sign up to go to Yuquan Camp. I said so! No one can stop me!"
Ma Defu behind him opened his mouth to speak when he heard his father's words, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.
Is it hard to live in Diaozhuang?
nonsense!
It must be bitter!
However, due to the nature of his job, if his family signed up for Diaozhuang, he would definitely not be able to help open up wasteland and build houses. It would definitely be his father and his brother Debao who would suffer.
His 'father' and his brother are old and young. How could Ma Defu bear to see his father and brother suffer?
Originally, according to regulations, given their family's situation, the first batch of immigrants would not be able to get to their family at all.
At this time, Ma Defu was thinking in his mind that 'Dad' must have spared no effort to support Director Zhang in his work because he was working with Director Zhang and for the sake of his future.
Thinking of this, Ma Defu cherished this hard-won job even more and did not dare to slack off at all.